A little bit of everything

Since you were sleeping, I did not want to mess you up with messages ... and it's a matter of writing a mail for a long time ...

First, I did not have a net in the plane ... 

Secondly, I was in the phase that you would not fall asleep while I landed and rushed to pass control, I take a cafe and chat with you, I contemplate the time difference is in my favor .... I'm going through the control and I figure out that I do not have a passport and a chart for Belgrade ... great ... And then a race for a plane that runs for Peking within half an hour and a discussion to figure out how important it is to find me a passport ... And after all this drama ... I came to my passport ... so I will not live on the airport like Tom Hanks ... but you fell a sleep ... but I got your message and you're good to phrased as always ... all somehow packed in short sentences or e ... I would like to add something here ... something that should be a cover is perhaps the strongest impression of the whole our meeting and the time we spent together…Beach, towers, coffee on the beach: That day, especially that part of the day, it's something of the most beautiful thing I've ever seen with you. The end of a meeting, not knowing that it will be the other, lean in the throat and the fulfillment I do not remember. Like I was separated from the earth even this afternoon, so floating ... I can remember every one of your steps along the beach, on the dock, walking the beach lost, happy and sad at the same time.View the sea while sitting in a cafe, so look at the clock ... how much more time ... dummy in the throat and sorrow in the eyes ... it was somewhere between the beach, towers and cafes that it became clear that the fairy tale became a reality ... there was the impression that we can all, and that we can not one without the other .. .tu it became clear that someone really played with us that did not connect us in time, because if it was, that would be perfection.

 Somewhere between the beaches, towers and cafes I wanted to stay forever.

Author of text: Denic Saska